It is with a heavy heart that I share these treasured memories of my "Mrs. Short". . . .

Mr. and Mrs. Short lived behind my family home when we lived on Long Island, New York.  She and my mother (Mary Benze) were the best of friends.  And my friendship began with her many years ago when I was a young girl in the mid 60's. 

Mr. and Mrs. Short would refer to me as the little Eskimo because each time we met we would "eskimo kiss" to say hello -- a nickname I have fondly treasured all my life. 

Mrs. Short's femininity always made an impression on me.  She was always a "lady".  Even during my last visit with her about 8 yrs ago.  She always impressed me with her hair always done.  Her outfits like she was always ready for a friendly get together.  She had her makeup on.  She sported earrings, necklace, etc., of course she and I admired our diamonds! "Diamonds are a girls best friend", we'd kid each other.  For me some things never change ;).  She was a woman I aspired to be like.

One of my fondest memories of our friendship was when I would runaway from home (they were across our backyard).  When my mother and I would have a disagreement I would runaway to Mrs. Short.  Upon my arrival -- many times -- Mrs. Short was available to talk about my woes.  It always seemed like she had all the time in the world for me.  Of course each visit was highlighted with baking together her famous chocolate chip cookies.  To this day, I blame her for my addiction to HOMEMADE chocolate chip cookies as only she could make.  I now wonder if they were so good because we shared those special moments together or she really was the first "Mrs. Fields". 

After I had my fill of chocolate chip cookies, I would go sit at the bar in that oh so special family room and order a "creme soda on the rocks".  Mr. Short would make short order of getting that for me, which would always put a smile on my face.

And, yes, that special room. . . . where on one wall had pictures covered from ceiling to floor it seemed of great times I had as well as other friends and families that enjoyed the company of Mr. and Mrs. Short!  I treasure that wall.  Everytime I would visit as I got older and moved away I would feel that glorious feeling of homecoming as I reminisced the pictures on that wall and soaked in that "coming home" feeling her house gave me. 

I am reminded of how Mr. Short would say to his beauty, "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets" with a spark in his eye and smile broad.  As a young girl I didn't appreciate exactly all that meant until years later.  I believe he would walk on water for his Gracie. . . .

It is with great sadness I say good-bye to Mrs. Short.  I hope she and my mom can share a laugh or two and keep the oven warm and an open seat at the table for my next visit!